take me back to the unreal city. I have no interest in remaining out here any longer, in the burning expanses, dried and withered like old fruit. there is nothing left for me here. take me back down to the sinking depths, one weary solemn step at a time, the light behind us fading like memories of the epoch before and those before that one. under this light their touches have faded, their faces blurred, their words melted and become grotesque. it is an unbearable horror to stay and be reminded perpetually of what should have been. return this sybil below, back within the safe dark confines of her jar, away from all of this.